Abandon
Title: Abandon
Author: crowleyangel
Pairing/Characters (or Gen if no pairing): Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Aldo Burrows, Fernando Sucre, Other(s), Sara Tancredi
Category:
Rating: T (Maybe to M later on)
Summary: Starts in the middle of 'Disconnect'. What happened to Michael as a child? What's he hiding? Is there more to his father's leaving and reappearance then he lets on?
Spoilers (if any): Pilot-Disconnect
Ch. 2 Send The Pain Below
“Sara?”
“Michael?”
He almost let out a shout of joy, sitting on the side of the New Mexico highway, with his brother and father and Sucre in the car; they had missed the plane as Agent Mahone had shown up and the pilots were dead. Michael was feeling lonely and the impending nausea from earlier had not yet subsided. Hearing her voice made the gripping feeling quell a little. “Yeah Sara it’s me. Where are you?”
“Uhh…” Her voice trembled and he swore he could here choked breath.
“Sara what happened?” His voice hitched with concern.
“This guy, an agent or someone, he uhh…”
“He what? Sara? What did he do?” Michael asked.
“He uhh…” She seemed at a loss for words, “He tried to get me to tell him what my father gave me.”
Michael bit back a yell of anger; he had done something more Michael knew it, “What did he do?”
“He tortured me,” Sara whispered.
A slew of profanities begged to leave his mouth but he held them in, instead his slow barely steady voice came out. “Are you alright?”
“Not really,” She admitted, “But physically I’ll survive.”
“God Sara, I’m so sorry,” His voice broke at this, he had never wanted her to get hurt and on his behalf no less. It doubled the clawing on his insides. “I never meant for this to happen.”
He could hear her take a long breath and it was moments of shaky silence before she spoke again, “I know but that doesn’t make it better.”
Michael admits though her words sting. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.”
Sara hesitated, she had a lot of questions and concerns when it came to Michael but it was true she was much safer with him than by herself. “Why don’t we meet up? I don’t want another hotel incident.”
“Yeah,” He answered relieved that she was agreeing to this, “Where do you want to meet?”
Giving him the directions Michael promised he would see her there at ten later that night and he hung up. Staring into the distance he didn’t notice his brother was behind him until he sat down and tapped his shoulder. “So little brother, are you going to tell me what happened to you?”
Michael knew what he was referring to but chose for the moment to not dig into the queasy, mind numbing, details. “I told you he beat me. What else do you want to know?”
“Michael,” Lincoln said almost rolling his eyes, “For starters you’ve been beaten up a lot more than that one time. It’s horrible and sick that he did that to you and if I could make him pay I would, but you wouldn’t have reacted that way if he just beat you.”
“I saw him murdered in cold blood by a random stranger that now claims to be my ‘violent, drunk, abandoning’ father. Can’t I have a moment?”
Lincoln appraised him for a moment and shook his head, “What aren’t you telling me?”
Everything.
“I’m just tired and stressed Linc,” He was avoiding the subject in a very unsubtle way, “When we get Sara and get to Panama, I’ll be okay.”
“If you say so,” Lincoln shrugged getting up to go, “But Michael if you ever do decide to tell me, I’ll listen. I’m your brother, that’s what I do.”
“I hope so,” He whispered to himself. Maybe things would work out, but Michael had a feeling that before this was over at least one of them was going to get hurt.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The gas station was dark and abandoned. Michael couldn’t see Sara’s outline yet but he was several minutes early, scouting the place and keeping an eye out for lurkers. Time was spent quickly scouring the place over and over keeping his mind busy. The fact that he was alone helped, he could never gather his thoughts around other people as well as when he was alone. Lincoln actually had no idea where he was, Michael had snuck out-even though he knew it was childish, he didn’t want to deal with his father, whom Lincoln had been talking to. Sure Linc was probably going to beat his ass when he got back, but at the moment that was okay. He just needed some time to him self and then talk to Sara.
Sitting down beside a gas pump Michael drew his sweatshirt in tighter around him and pulled his hood up. Shutting his eyes and letting his other senses take over he let his mind wander off.
Michael regretted nothing of breaking his brother out and he would do it over again in a second. He didn’t regret meeting Sara. He didn’t regret becoming friends with Sucre. But he did regret the people that had died or been killed, he regretted the way things had turned out for everyone; he hated what had been resurfaced that afternoon. And most of all he hated lying to Lincoln. His best friend, his brother, in so many ways his everything, and here he was lying to him. For his own good? Maybe, but Michael knew that his brother wouldn’t stop until he knew what it was being hidden from him and that scared Michael more than anything, how could he tell him of the nightmare he’d lived for months, then the real nightmares that marred his sleep for months and months afterwards. Sleepless and terror risen, sweat soaked nights all due to one secret.
Footsteps made him look sharply up. A small figure in a hoodie like his was walking slowly and cautiously towards him. “Sara?”
The figure looked up and smiled, “Hey Michael.”
Standing up quickly he pulled the tiny doctor into a tight embrace. Several seconds went by before he released her; in the dim moonlight he could see a few cuts on her face and a tired scared look in her eyes. “Are you alright?”
Sara nodded, “I just want this to be over.”
Yeah, Michael thought, so do I.
Wrapping his arm around her they headed back to the motel. Neither one said a word on the way, both wrapped up in their own thoughts, but somehow being near someone who knew what the other was feeling helped. The walk wasn’t long maybe ten minutes when they finally came into eye view of the motel Sara stopped. “Michael who all is in there?”
“Just my brother and Sucre,” Then hesitating he added, “And my father.”
Sara gave him a confused look, “I thought your father ran off.”
“Oh he did.”
“And you didn’t know him.”
“I didn’t.”
“Well I’m confused,” She concluded.
“I know the feeling.”
Taking a breath Sara nodded and followed Michael into the room. As soon as the door opened two figures strode over to them, “Where the hell have you been?” demanded Lincoln.
“I went to pick up Sara.”
Lincoln looked ready to deck him, “You couldn’t have told me?!” He asked incredulously.
Michael shrugged and rubbed his eyes, “Sara why don’t you get some sleep? We can deal with this in the morning, okay?”
Sara nodded and bade them goodnight before slipping into the adjoining room where they could hear the shower start.
“What are you doing?” Aldo demanded. “We have to talk to her.”
“Not tonight,” Michael said, “She needs rest.”
“Michael we don’t have time to rest. We have to get this done! We need to find out what she knows. Don’t you want your brother to get exonerated?”
“Of course,” He answered tiredly.
“Then start acting like it. You’re just sitting here; we have to get this done.”
“Back off Dad,” Lincoln warned, “Michael’s done more than enough for me.”
Aldo looked fumingly from Lincoln to Michael before talking again, “I get that. But this is bigger than just the two of you, you have to realize that. This involves millions of people. We don’t have time to wait.”
“Why don’t we tell them we’ll come back later and wait thirty years?” Michael muttered sarcastically.
Lincoln almost laughed at Michael’s out of character bluntness had his father not looked ready to beat him. “It wasn’t my choice to leave,” Sighed Aldo.
“Really?” Michael snorted disbelieving, “Who’s was it then?”
“I left you that could be safe-did we not just cover this?”
Michael just shook his head, “Whatever. I’m going to go for a walk. Where’s Sucre?”
“He went to find you,” Lincoln said.
“Okay well I’ll go find him,” Heading out the door Michael was halfway to the road when Lincoln caught up to him.
“Michael what is bothering you? C’mon man that wasn’t you in there.”
“Nothing Linc leave it alone.”
Grabbing him Lincoln stared at him, “What did Dad do?”
“He didn’t do anything. He just killed a guy and abandoned us.”
“I got over it-”
“Well you’re amazing,” Michael snapped.
“The guy deserved to die! He beat you.”
“Yeah he deserved to die. I wanted to kill him for what he did. I was glad when I saw him die. But that doesn’t make it right! It makes me sick. And it just makes everything worse, because I can never know why!”
Lincoln did a double take, “Why what?”
Michael stared at him for a moment before realizing his mistake, “Nothing.” And spinning on his heel he headed off down the road ignoring his brothers’ shouts. He couldn’t believe he had slipped up. Now he was screwed, he had to go back soon to talk to Sara, to get Lincoln to Panama, but how was he going to avoid this?
What am I going to do? He thought miserably as he reached a bridge above a creek and sat down.
He was too consumed to hear the person come up behind him. To late did he turn around to see the crow bar connect with his face. He hit the ground with a dull thud. The man hauled him up and dragged him to the car dumping his body in the trunk before driving off.
http://community.livejournal.com/prison_breakfic/383641.html#cutid1
Author: crowleyangel
Pairing/Characters (or Gen if no pairing): Michael Scofield, Lincoln Burrows, Aldo Burrows, Fernando Sucre, Other(s), Sara Tancredi
Category:
Rating: T (Maybe to M later on)
Summary: Starts in the middle of 'Disconnect'. What happened to Michael as a child? What's he hiding? Is there more to his father's leaving and reappearance then he lets on?
Spoilers (if any): Pilot-Disconnect
Ch. 2 Send The Pain Below
“Sara?”
“Michael?”
He almost let out a shout of joy, sitting on the side of the New Mexico highway, with his brother and father and Sucre in the car; they had missed the plane as Agent Mahone had shown up and the pilots were dead. Michael was feeling lonely and the impending nausea from earlier had not yet subsided. Hearing her voice made the gripping feeling quell a little. “Yeah Sara it’s me. Where are you?”
“Uhh…” Her voice trembled and he swore he could here choked breath.
“Sara what happened?” His voice hitched with concern.
“This guy, an agent or someone, he uhh…”
“He what? Sara? What did he do?” Michael asked.
“He uhh…” She seemed at a loss for words, “He tried to get me to tell him what my father gave me.”
Michael bit back a yell of anger; he had done something more Michael knew it, “What did he do?”
“He tortured me,” Sara whispered.
A slew of profanities begged to leave his mouth but he held them in, instead his slow barely steady voice came out. “Are you alright?”
“Not really,” She admitted, “But physically I’ll survive.”
“God Sara, I’m so sorry,” His voice broke at this, he had never wanted her to get hurt and on his behalf no less. It doubled the clawing on his insides. “I never meant for this to happen.”
He could hear her take a long breath and it was moments of shaky silence before she spoke again, “I know but that doesn’t make it better.”
Michael admits though her words sting. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you.”
Sara hesitated, she had a lot of questions and concerns when it came to Michael but it was true she was much safer with him than by herself. “Why don’t we meet up? I don’t want another hotel incident.”
“Yeah,” He answered relieved that she was agreeing to this, “Where do you want to meet?”
Giving him the directions Michael promised he would see her there at ten later that night and he hung up. Staring into the distance he didn’t notice his brother was behind him until he sat down and tapped his shoulder. “So little brother, are you going to tell me what happened to you?”
Michael knew what he was referring to but chose for the moment to not dig into the queasy, mind numbing, details. “I told you he beat me. What else do you want to know?”
“Michael,” Lincoln said almost rolling his eyes, “For starters you’ve been beaten up a lot more than that one time. It’s horrible and sick that he did that to you and if I could make him pay I would, but you wouldn’t have reacted that way if he just beat you.”
“I saw him murdered in cold blood by a random stranger that now claims to be my ‘violent, drunk, abandoning’ father. Can’t I have a moment?”
Lincoln appraised him for a moment and shook his head, “What aren’t you telling me?”
Everything.
“I’m just tired and stressed Linc,” He was avoiding the subject in a very unsubtle way, “When we get Sara and get to Panama, I’ll be okay.”
“If you say so,” Lincoln shrugged getting up to go, “But Michael if you ever do decide to tell me, I’ll listen. I’m your brother, that’s what I do.”
“I hope so,” He whispered to himself. Maybe things would work out, but Michael had a feeling that before this was over at least one of them was going to get hurt.
………………………………………………………………………………………………
The gas station was dark and abandoned. Michael couldn’t see Sara’s outline yet but he was several minutes early, scouting the place and keeping an eye out for lurkers. Time was spent quickly scouring the place over and over keeping his mind busy. The fact that he was alone helped, he could never gather his thoughts around other people as well as when he was alone. Lincoln actually had no idea where he was, Michael had snuck out-even though he knew it was childish, he didn’t want to deal with his father, whom Lincoln had been talking to. Sure Linc was probably going to beat his ass when he got back, but at the moment that was okay. He just needed some time to him self and then talk to Sara.
Sitting down beside a gas pump Michael drew his sweatshirt in tighter around him and pulled his hood up. Shutting his eyes and letting his other senses take over he let his mind wander off.
Michael regretted nothing of breaking his brother out and he would do it over again in a second. He didn’t regret meeting Sara. He didn’t regret becoming friends with Sucre. But he did regret the people that had died or been killed, he regretted the way things had turned out for everyone; he hated what had been resurfaced that afternoon. And most of all he hated lying to Lincoln. His best friend, his brother, in so many ways his everything, and here he was lying to him. For his own good? Maybe, but Michael knew that his brother wouldn’t stop until he knew what it was being hidden from him and that scared Michael more than anything, how could he tell him of the nightmare he’d lived for months, then the real nightmares that marred his sleep for months and months afterwards. Sleepless and terror risen, sweat soaked nights all due to one secret.
Footsteps made him look sharply up. A small figure in a hoodie like his was walking slowly and cautiously towards him. “Sara?”
The figure looked up and smiled, “Hey Michael.”
Standing up quickly he pulled the tiny doctor into a tight embrace. Several seconds went by before he released her; in the dim moonlight he could see a few cuts on her face and a tired scared look in her eyes. “Are you alright?”
Sara nodded, “I just want this to be over.”
Yeah, Michael thought, so do I.
Wrapping his arm around her they headed back to the motel. Neither one said a word on the way, both wrapped up in their own thoughts, but somehow being near someone who knew what the other was feeling helped. The walk wasn’t long maybe ten minutes when they finally came into eye view of the motel Sara stopped. “Michael who all is in there?”
“Just my brother and Sucre,” Then hesitating he added, “And my father.”
Sara gave him a confused look, “I thought your father ran off.”
“Oh he did.”
“And you didn’t know him.”
“I didn’t.”
“Well I’m confused,” She concluded.
“I know the feeling.”
Taking a breath Sara nodded and followed Michael into the room. As soon as the door opened two figures strode over to them, “Where the hell have you been?” demanded Lincoln.
“I went to pick up Sara.”
Lincoln looked ready to deck him, “You couldn’t have told me?!” He asked incredulously.
Michael shrugged and rubbed his eyes, “Sara why don’t you get some sleep? We can deal with this in the morning, okay?”
Sara nodded and bade them goodnight before slipping into the adjoining room where they could hear the shower start.
“What are you doing?” Aldo demanded. “We have to talk to her.”
“Not tonight,” Michael said, “She needs rest.”
“Michael we don’t have time to rest. We have to get this done! We need to find out what she knows. Don’t you want your brother to get exonerated?”
“Of course,” He answered tiredly.
“Then start acting like it. You’re just sitting here; we have to get this done.”
“Back off Dad,” Lincoln warned, “Michael’s done more than enough for me.”
Aldo looked fumingly from Lincoln to Michael before talking again, “I get that. But this is bigger than just the two of you, you have to realize that. This involves millions of people. We don’t have time to wait.”
“Why don’t we tell them we’ll come back later and wait thirty years?” Michael muttered sarcastically.
Lincoln almost laughed at Michael’s out of character bluntness had his father not looked ready to beat him. “It wasn’t my choice to leave,” Sighed Aldo.
“Really?” Michael snorted disbelieving, “Who’s was it then?”
“I left you that could be safe-did we not just cover this?”
Michael just shook his head, “Whatever. I’m going to go for a walk. Where’s Sucre?”
“He went to find you,” Lincoln said.
“Okay well I’ll go find him,” Heading out the door Michael was halfway to the road when Lincoln caught up to him.
“Michael what is bothering you? C’mon man that wasn’t you in there.”
“Nothing Linc leave it alone.”
Grabbing him Lincoln stared at him, “What did Dad do?”
“He didn’t do anything. He just killed a guy and abandoned us.”
“I got over it-”
“Well you’re amazing,” Michael snapped.
“The guy deserved to die! He beat you.”
“Yeah he deserved to die. I wanted to kill him for what he did. I was glad when I saw him die. But that doesn’t make it right! It makes me sick. And it just makes everything worse, because I can never know why!”
Lincoln did a double take, “Why what?”
Michael stared at him for a moment before realizing his mistake, “Nothing.” And spinning on his heel he headed off down the road ignoring his brothers’ shouts. He couldn’t believe he had slipped up. Now he was screwed, he had to go back soon to talk to Sara, to get Lincoln to Panama, but how was he going to avoid this?
What am I going to do? He thought miserably as he reached a bridge above a creek and sat down.
He was too consumed to hear the person come up behind him. To late did he turn around to see the crow bar connect with his face. He hit the ground with a dull thud. The man hauled him up and dragged him to the car dumping his body in the trunk before driving off.
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